j - we can make the world stop

So sorry for the wait. I've been in a huge funk lately. And thanks! I'm trying to find the owner so I can credit. It was stashed away in the dusty corners of my harddrive.

A spark of something resembling rage bubbles up from the depths of her mind, but she fights to quell it. It is not Caiaphas' fault; the wraith could only watch as the Mothers did their work. But she fears. Was this place cursed? Atlas succumbed to the depths; her sisters gone and the worthy consorts with them. Though she never really let on, she cared for Atlas. He'd been tried and found entirely capable of handling his burdens.

She licks at her mouth. Dry. "That would be welcome." She senses Caiaphas' discomfort. Having to parrot these events time and time again; never letting them truly fade. Her ears perk when the coywolf turns, and she watches as her appointed leader pads off down the path. She picks up her own road-weary paws, and follows.